The Millennium Wolves By Sapir Englard Novels & Stories

"I am trying to think of the best way to say this...you are home." "What?" Clara felt her nerves rise. "You're a member of the pack, we all live here. Let me give you a tour." He started towards her and Clara raised her arms, taking a step back. "Live here? Where is here? Who is this pack?" "We're in the mountains, about fifty miles outside of Laramie, no other town is closer. The pack is all wolves, we live and work together, and are for the most part self-sufficient. We are a larger pack, numbering eighty-two now that you've joined us."

Wouldn't leave everything behind. The two wolves got closer. Realized I was standing above them. The larger of the two looked up at me. Cocked his eyebrow up at my hair whipping in the wind. From the looks of him, he was surely the son of an Alpha. Or the grandson. The other wolf was small by comparison.

They were able to infiltrate the Hotel within minutes. Helicent was the first inside, shooting Vampire after Vampire with a shotgun loaded with ultraviolet. Lyall followed just behind her. They might not adore each other, but they are mated. And Lyall couldn’t help but protect Helicent with his life, she is despite everything, his Wolf Tamer.

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1

He almost cries from a weird mix of joy, relief and exhaustion when he sees the menacing wolves stop abruptly, so much so that they pile onto each other in a mess of limbs and confused barks. Millan has to retain his laughter; they really are one of the most idiotic packs he’s ever encountered. He falls to the ground and clutches his painfully pulsating leg with both his hands and leans on the sheltering tree, desperately trying to catch his breath. The pile of alphas and betas slowly disentangle themselves before their leader comes as close to Millan as the border would allow it. “If I catch your scum rogue ass on our territory again, I’ll rip your head off. Is that clear?”

I could see the brown wolf and Sapphire shifted. Sapphire approach her told her she can shifted, Mileena shifted I went over to look for some clothes for both I could find two shirts and I went over and handed to both. They took them and put them on. The man who was the brown wolf ask a question. Sapphire brush him off, then he told us that since Mileena is a white Lycan, she can be in danger that we should come to his pack.

She said with a quiet voice. Mireille was the kind of person who never shouts. She's known as the oldest wolf in the whole of the Silent Howl Clan. She'd retreated into the light parts of the mountains to live a quiet life after clocking the long age of 700 years. She'd seen wolves come and go, seen the not so common lycans who appeared once in a blue moon at different large clans who rarely interfered with each other. She lived in the most peaceful pack under the silent howl clan, Moon whisper pack.

One of the girls—Mira, maybe—licked her fingers and turned her face to the sky like it had blessed her. “Do you think wolves ever get bored of howling?” Jasmine asked suddenly. Sarah blinked. “What?” “They howl and they howl, and for what? Territory? Mates? Attention?” Jasmine tilted her head. “Maybe they’re just screaming into the dark because it’s the only thing that screams back.” Sarah frowned. “You’ve been reading your mother’s books again.” Jasmine didn’t deny it. Somewhere in her suite, under silk and secrets, those books still breathed. Some in languages even Elora wouldn’t recognize. Some with pages that pulsed faintly under her fingers. All of them inked in grief.

Zephyr pushed through my flesh until I was covered in fur and could feel him standing under the sun, taking control from me. I rose from the sand, and that was when the wolves behind me began to morph. The rogues leaped at once, aiming with a precise strike. The first wolf’s fangs scraped my shoulder, but I twisted, clamping my jaws on his throat. One jerk, and his body fell limp. The second lunged from the side, claws flashing, but I met him head-on. My paw slammed into his chest, cracking ribs, and he flew back into the dirt. The third tried circling me, aiming for my hind leg, but my teeth caught him mid-air. Blood sprayed as I tore him apart.

Most of my memories were of me as Sapphire. Sapphire is more human than Milena, and humans feel more emotions, they are vulnerable to pain. Sapphire had more attachment with many, unlike Milena whose world only revolved around Sapphire's father. The point was that I grew up with Zinnia. She wasn't just my wolf, she was a bigger part of my soul and I just learned that to end the long-lasting suffering, I needed to kill her. It was basically telling me to murder my sister, mother, friend, and child.